Day 23: Manchester to Congleton

I am gratefully armed to take on the hustling streets of Manchester with my first lady, my gal Hayley and good friends Robin and Martin. A small and happy band. Thanks beyond measure extends to them all. Behind the scenes at base camp. My man Ben is holding the fort...

Day 22: Huddersfield to Manchester

Tormented weather screams across the long battered surfaces of the Pennines. The undergrowth is haggard and wiry and shrugs the weather with ease. I wish that I could do the same. There is little to see. Rain never rests and hastily shivers and slithers to warmer...

Day 21: Bradford to Huddersfield

I leave the stifling but sadly comforting confines of my box and I am met by a blanket of rain and an onslaught of sounds. The most piercing being the Taaaatttttt aa taaaaaatt!! Taaaatttttt aa taaaaaatt!! Taaaatttttt aa taaaaaatt!! that mercilessly invades my ears....